Squirrelmom's 9th Anniversary Dinner

I feel so much better today, after Mom's 9th anniversary dinner last night (a\k\a How I Always Spend Valentine's Day).

The Chinese have ghost meals on certain occasions (like the day they died) and offer food their ancestor liked. This year Mom's had dinner and a show, complete with a restored, subtitled Shaw Brothers upload on YT of one of her favorite Huangmei operas THE PERFUMED ARROW (1966) 

https://youtu.be/-uP33g_WNG0?si=LatD_T6JVGujj5fN (91 min.)

Huangmei operas are more like folk operas. (I like listening to their cheerful melodies.) Peking operas are more like Wagner. After castration. (I run into the other room when they start.) 

I clear off this bookcase [Sorry #AmeliaKatt!] which I already use as Mom's altar (incense holder & The Three Gods on the right) and light incense (+send prayers of course), while offering Squirrelmom food, water, and Johnny Walker Black.

(Mom never drank but what's a party without friends? and they might like some booze -- JWB was Dad's favorite.)

After the incense is finished burning, the living humans can eat (hello microwave!) and my friend Marci comes over every year to keep me company -- our parents even knew each other (hers have retired to Florida 😂)

So with Marci by my side, it was a fun evening of memories (and I introduced her to my favorite French mystery TV series, ASTRID, which she liked🎉) and new experiences: she said the plot of THE PERFUMED ARROW reminded her of Shakespeare's comedy TWELTH NIGHT. 🤣 TPA's main character was a woman disguised as a man, leading to romantic mishaps galore. 😆

My Inner Teenager Is Back: Alice & Resident Evil

Thanks Google! I certainly couldn't remember the sequence.

I've always had a not-so-sneaking fondness for the Resident Evil movie franchise, and am happy to leave it on in the background if I surf across it on TV. (I say "the background" because if a show or film is not on Netflix, Amazon, or a movie channel, the sheer number of commercials usually leaves me fed up and multi-tasking instead.)

I much prefer this poster over the one
actually used in US movie theaters.

A large part of my fondness for the films stems from the fact that Alice (Milla Jovovich) is clearly capable and takes no crap from anyone, while at the same time having a sense of humor and not taking herself [or the films] too seriously. As this highly enjoyable Slate article, How the Resident Evil Movies Became the Longest-Running Video Game Series of All Time, points out: there are few action film series with strong female leads besides Ripley in Alien. [Note: I disagree with the author's example of Katniss Everdeen, since she spends much of the Hunger Games movies deciding how to react to plans made by others for her -- usually males -- whereas Alice will ruin her opponents' game plans without the slightest hesitation, and usually leave them bleeding or dead.] There's also Selene in the Underworld series. Selene & Underworld, however, have ZERO sense of humor.

Also, with the infuriating stream of insanity issuing forth from that maniac in DC during the past week (only his first week! I may stroke out by the end of his term), I was definitely in the mood for some major zombie mayhem and the expenditure of large quantities of ordnance.

No, I really have NO idea what this says.
Yes, my Chinese IS that bad.

RE: The Final Chapter begins with an expository prologue explaining how the zombie apocalypse happened (although ironically, the word "zombie" is NEVER used in the films) and part of the explanation contradicts characters in an earlier RE movie (which IMDB informs me was RE: Apocalypse). However, on the whole, the prologue -- like the film itself -- remains consistent with the events and feel of the series.

Oh WAIT -- I forgot: before the film started (but after all of the trailers ended), there was a charming little video greeting to the audience from star Milla Jovovich, and writer/ director/ husband Paul W.S. Anderson. They thanked the filmgoers for joining them and their crew on the 15-year journey with Alice (yes, it's been THAT long). That was sweet -- unlike 95% of everything that occurs thereafter, heheheheh.

Speaking of which, also returning for additional carnage are Ali Larter (as Clare Redfield) and Iain Glen as that wacky mad scientist dude (better known to Game of Thrones viewers as poor Sir Jorah Mormont), the Red Queen (whom I now know is the daughter of star & director, thanks to that fab Slate article linked above), and the suuuuuper cheesy blond Albert Wesker character. "Yay, team!"

The only quibble I had with an otherwise highly enjoyable popcorn movie (that is, presuming you like the series already) is the frenetic camerawork: all of that herking & jerking around made me VASTLY GRATEFUL that I did not opt for the 3D experience.  Since camera-on-a-pogo-stick movements during the fight scenes already made my eyes want to cross, I thought the 3D would've made me want to grab somebody's popcorn bucket and hurl!

The only other movie I had that problem with was (UGH) The Blair Witch Project, where I was too busy trying not to barf to be at all creeped out by the late night shenanigans in the woods.

But back to Alice & Co: since I am not a gamer myself, I had not considered what two of my doormen told me, that the jerky camera movements were deliberate, in order to mimic the video game experience. In fact, one of my "tech advisors" [hee!]  said using the 3D glasses might've immersed me more fully into the gaming style.  Huh, never thought of it that way...

Back In Ye Olden Days with Renno

Another recovery from the draft files....this one's from Nov-2013, with all links checked and the goofy text polished a bit:

As most of you know, I am easily amused, so every Amtrak trip, when the train to Montreal passes Ticonderoga, New York, I get a little giggly, since it invariably reminds me of the classic No. 2 pencils of my childhood and adolescence. [I bet today’s school kids don’t even fill out those endless circles on Scantron forms any more. Being childfree, I have no idea WHAT they do for exams and standardized tests any longer.]

Somewhere in upstate NY. Purty, no?

And in the classic way that my mind works (don't ask) this particular trip I started reminiscing about a historical fiction series I read as an pre-teen, Renno the White Indian, by Donald Clayton Porter. I read through a significant chunk of the series (Colonization of America: White Indian, published 1979 - 1996), but as bad as my memory may be, I am positive that I did NOT read all 28 books. Nine or 10 maybe, but not all the way through to 1996.

I remember loving the historical background, but am afraid to revisit the novels in case the actual writing turns out to be mediocre at best.  However, Goodreads rated the first book 4.18 out of 5 stars, so maybe it's safe to go back and reread it from the start...in my copious free time.

There is a fascinating blog post about the history of the book series itself, Forgotten Books: White Indian -- Donald Clayton Porter (Noel Gerson)  and thanks to Noel Gerson's Wikipedia entry, I am enlightened as to how I wound up reading about Renno & Co: I'd started off with the author's entire 24-book Wagons West series under his Dana Fuller Ross pseudonym. (For blurbs about each of the first 20 books in Wagons West, click here.)

Okay, now totally blogged out and Imma go watch a movie on HBO Go (cancelling arbitrarily assigned premium movie channels would've saved me all of $6+ per month on my cable bill, so hey, I kept 'em).

Test Transmission

Found this DRAFT post from Jul 5, 2015 (yes really) which seems handy to use as a test message to check if my auto-email delivery feature still works (you know who you are). If you receive it, please reply to my gmail account. For all I know, I don't even have your correct e-mail addresses any longer!

Real life is currently like a freakish trip to Man In The High Castle territory, so let us move onto a more cheerful topic. Namely, Amelia! (BTW, that previous link to a UK newspaper's Dec. 16, 2016 article has spoilers for S2).

Amelia is a fluffy, affectionate, "medium-haired" cat, (now) approximately 4-1/2 years old, according to Animal Care Centers of NYC (rebranded from Animal Care & Control of NYC, i.e., the pound). She was surrendered by her former family when they moved to a no-pets building (those a**hats), along with her non-littermate sister Temperance. (Temperance was put to sleep the day after I adopted Amelia, unfortunately.) Now that we have moved back home from Mom's apartment (CeCeCat's home territory) both girls are getting along well, to my VAST relief.

Here are photos taken of Miss Fluffykins (a\k\a Fuzzy Mittens) in my home, shortly after her adoption on June 20, 2015.

And yes, at some point, we'll have a post devoted to CeCe's life history, all 2-1/2 years of it, including how she got her name.

Love & purrs, 

your local crazy cat lady

Movie Reviews from My Inner Teenager

First of all, yes, I'm still alive. 2016 was a brutal year, both personally (with the passing of my non-smoking mother from lung cancer, so I finally took a 2 month "rest cure" from work) and publicly (with the election of the Orange Clown -- coulrophobia will be even more rampant for me for the next four years).

Not surprisingly, escapism has held great appeal lately, so I've been making up for lost time over the holidays and letting my inner geek run wild at the movie theaters. (Geeky Squirrel been very gleeful.)

DOCTOR STRANGE

Benedict Cumberbatch + Mads Mikkelsen = take my money!

Asked my friend Marci to go with me since we saw it right after Xmas and it's been out since Nov. 4th. In other words, there was only one theater in Manhattan that was showing it at any time other than 10pm. I really wanted to see it in a theater because I'd heard there were some truly psychedelic SFX in the film (consider the era when the character was created). Plus, good reviews on Rotten Tomatoes: Benedict Cumberbatch and Mads Mikkelsen rarely turn in bad and/or dull performances.

As it turned out, I could have done with less of the Inception-esque CGI (yes, me – eye candy junkie) and a little more with work on the script for various characters' motivations. Seriously, a few minutes less of VFX and a corresponding increase in nuance would have been both immensely cheaper financially and more emotionally/psychologically rewarding in terms of payoff.

I mean you KNOW it's bad when I start mentally interpolating what my Mom's probable analysis of Kaecilius‘ (Mikkelsen) motives would have been for palling around with the god/demon (?) Dormammu (since the movie never gave us any) -- while I was still watching the movie!

When the being you follow starts to dissolve
your eyes? Yeah, generally not a GOOD omen.

Various fansites have speculated one way; I've extrapolated another, and then there's the whole "what's up with the Ancient One?" issues. [We are NOT even going to go into why an Asian male character was recast by Wonder Bread Hollywood as a Celtic woman. PAH.]

And I know this isn't Macbeth (which I sooooooo need to watch), but why does the most (entertainingly) egotistical, selfish, and abrasive neurosurgeon decide to become a protective guardian using his fabulous new occult powers? Or if the study of the mystic arts really helped him “grow as a person” (yes, you can hear my eyes rolling) to the point where he'd step in, I must've blinked and missed it.

But these are minor quibbles. For what I went in expecting – spectacular visuals, sorcerous battles, entertaining training montages, an origin story – it delivered quite respectably. Bonus points for Hong Kong location shooting.

STAR WARS: ROGUE ONE

Donnie Yen + Mads Mikkelsen = happy camper!

Rogue One (think of it as Episode III.5) was vastly more satisfying than the fluffy The Force Awakens (Episode VII), which I found immediately forgettable, barring the Kylo Ren temper tantrums and hilarious memes.

If it weren't midnight, I'd go into vast detail about why everything is better in Ep. III.5 (or maybe I just like Jyn Erso better than Rey -- though they are both GALAXIES better than anything in the dreck of Episodes I - III). Instead, I will just say that two Mads movies in one month just sent my non-existent ovaries into hyperdrive. DANG.

Photo Source: Spanish GQ

ASSASSIN'S CREED

Michael Fassbinder shirtless, kicking ass with sexy martial arts? I AM SO THERE!!!

One blog is hilariously succinct with their post, Putting the Sin in Assassin complete with hubba-hubba, shirt-free publicity still.

If I had any brain cells left at this hour, I would write down everything I pondered during my two screenings -- yes, Miss Scrimpy With Her Money And Time saw Assassin TWICE -- of this delectable actionfest. (I am, after all, a proud geek, with a bazillion science fiction movie arguments honed over the decades.) But that will have to wait for another post.

Have some "guns" and a crossbow as a placeholder.

February Funk

So I started off February all revved up about posting often. As you can see by the dates between today's blather and the previous one, that didn't work out so well.

The red eyes are on my REALLY bad days

Instead, I spent most of the month like this.

It didn't help that most of February was a constant blur of frigid temperatures, snow, sleet, wintry mix, and fossilized snow. For pete's sake, The Weather Channel is up to Winter Storm Thor. THOR! It seemed like a nasty storm would blow in like clockwork every Sunday, triggering an emergency alert from the office every Monday. BLEH. (And that's NOT my imagination: tonight's weather report said that happened 7 out of the past 9 weekends.)

The first half of February was a blur of clearing the decks so that I could go in for my outpatient bilateral laparoscopic salpingo-oophorectomy on Valentine's Day (oh the irony). That's the formal medical name, since I certainly didn't need the highways to nowhere (i.e., my tubes), once my ovaries were gone.

My anesthesiologist at Sloan-Kettering was hilarious though. Upon meeting me in the pre-op waiting area, he (a) enlightened us as to the difference between general anesthesia and twilight sedation, [In general anesthesia, the machines are breathing for me. Luckily, I was unconscious before they put the respiratory tube down my throat. Yuck.] and (b) gave me a pop quiz:

Dr. A: [casually] So what'd you eat for breakfast?

Me: [promptly] NO!

Dr. A: Right answer! You get to go ahead with your procedure.

My awesome friend Marci accompanied me for the day, and made sure I made it home okay. She also kindly unearthed my bed, hidden under several sacks of clean -- yes, clean -- laundry.  (Sidenote: general anesthesia totally SUCKS! Found out that I am one of those folks who will totally barf if not given an anti-emetic. Plus, days of post-op lethargy. "Oh, I've been awake for all of 3 hours? Time to pass out again." [THUD...Zzzzz...])

So all that took more out of me than I expected.  But although I had President's Day off, and took the rest of the week off as well, my sister left for Florida that Wednesday, and so my brother-in-law dropped mom back off at her place.  I felt like a total rebel for not returning till Thursday night, whereupon I found out she had a terrible cold. That led to a fun few weeks.

Mmmm... crispy Peking duck burrito

I. Am. So. Tired.

SO tired.

It makes me super-cranky when at work (which mercifully, is NOT in the office, except once a week).

Luckily, I had planned some fun events for later in the month, like a belated Chinese New York banquet with my friends (Peking duck makes EVERYTHING better!)

[This is making me hungry...brief pause for dinner, a la realtime blogging like Pinky Guererro.]

Oops...that was an extremely long break, since I took time out to eat, watch THE WALKING DEAD (best not to combine the 2 activities), and then BATTLE CREEK (what can I say? I've always had a soft spot for Dean Winters, a\k\a The Mayhem Guy in the hilarious Allstate ads -- FYI: there are apparently 4-6 ads deemed too violent to air on TV. Dayum! SO wanna see those !)

Our view in Town Hall

Speaking of funny, I also went to see Craig Ferguson's standup show with as part of his Hot & Grumpy Tour, with my pals Jackie Blue and Marci. I needed a night of pure relaxation, where we were laughing until I was literally wiping tears from my eyes. He reminded me of Eddie Izzard in style, so we were all happy campers. And his opening act was Josh Robert Thompson, the voice of Geoff The Gay Robot from Craigy Ferg's LATE, LATE SHOW. (JRT does an absolutely uncanny impersonation of Morgan Freeman which had the audience in stitches, BTW.)


And along other disorienting thoughts -- besides a 40 year old white guy sounding like a 77 year old black man -- is the idea that my cat and I share a common trait: we've both been fixed.

Just because I decided years ago that I didn't want (human) children, doesn't mean it doesn't still leave me slightly bemused of being biologically incapable of having offspring. Also causing a "WHOA!" moment is the thought that if I ever have sex again (HA!) I will no longer need birth control. (Fear not: that doesn't mean no safe sex. I came of age during the discovery of AIDS, after all. But since the goal of all of this surgery is to leave me with no estrogen, I have ZERO libido.)  And I'm still wrapping my head around the concept of no more periods EVER. Never ever ever. HALLELUJAH! Once that fully sinks in, I will be doing my Snoopy impression.

Soooooo YES! (And I know I'm going to grammar hell for all of my double negatives.)

So yeah, I have a lot of major life changes going on that have yet to fully sink in.

And I have no idea of how I'm going to get out from under my current routine which leaves me a Super Cranky Squirrel, as most of my vacation days have been spoken for between a trip in July, and all of the medical appointments for Mom and myself. (Did I mention my sister is in Florida for the month?) The eldercare lawyer is going to put in a Medicaid application for Mom, in order for the potential to get some home care help, but that'll be months in the making.

(Related aside: I freaking HATE dealing with HSBC. They are the most unhelpful bank EVER. And I'm supposed to be a freaking Premier customer. Asshats. Despise them with a tired, dimly burning passion -- if I had more energy, it'd be the fire of a thousand suns, but as things stand, well...)

But I digress.

Have started seeing my therapist again this year (affectionately referred to as my Pearl of Wisdom), and she's helped me recognize that part of the reason I may be so exhausted -- besides the obvious one of having 2 full time jobs -- is that somewhere deep inside I am angry, and repressing all of that anger is very tiring exercise. Looking after my Mom is a labor of love, and I don't resent doing it, but I do feel like I'm paddling in the middle of the ocean with one oar.

I. Am. So. Tired.

TripleC is exhausted just thinking of everything I have to do.

Vocabulary Words

I have no idea what this trippy [though delightful] photo is,
 but clearly my iphone6 was awake at the wheel when I wasn't.

So my new favorite word of the year is oophorectomy (which I mentioned recently). Today was my pre-surgical testing day: bloodwork, EKG (ECG? the one where they tape electrodes to your pulse points), chest x-ray, lots and lots of medical questionnaires, etc. The anesthesiology nurse was interested to hear that I am really cheap date: after previous procedures, I'd wake up long after their estimates.

Medical Staff: [Ms. Squirrel] should be awake in about 45 minutes.

[Two hours later. . .] "Um . . . you may now join her in the recovery room."

There's some technical term for this, but of course, I've totally forgotten it, since I have truly sucky recall these days. (chemo brain + menopausal fog + stress = what did you say?) In any case, it's a genetic trait, since Squirrelmom and Squirrelsis are the same way -- the anesthesia, not the forgetfulness.

Say "HI!" to either Patience or Fortitude --
 I never know which NYPL lion is which.
In any case, I really need both of their qualities these days!

The red letter day will be February 14th (hee! loving the irony) since the surgeon only operates on Saturdays and that was the first slot (pun intended) available when I asked in January. I'll be under general anesthesia, but it will be a laparoscopic removal, so no giant incision (yay!) -- just 3 small ones instead.

We'll skip over the giant pre-op checklist they gave me, except to say that I agreed to donate an extra vial of blood towards research, a small enough way to pay it forward. [Squirrelsis and I were also taking care of paperwork at the bank today, so I had lots of practice following the "sign here . . . and here . . . and here" instructions.]

The 7 test tubes of blood also allowed me to rationalize a protein & iron-rich dinner at The Comfort of deviled eggs and fried chicken livers, washed down by 1911 hard cider and lots of water. Yep, gentrification of Grand Street on the Lower East Side is not all bad. (CeCeCat [a\k\a TripleC, a la my friend Sussi] also wins from the arrival of Pet Island II.)

As much as I love the 2 ladies pictured below, I am WILDLY EXCITED to have a few days off after my surgery: my sister is kidnapping Mom for a week, and my co-worker D. is thrilled to be catsitting the Pinball Pussycat again for that same week. (My incisions are going to be small, but they still won't appreciate a 7+ lb. cat trampolining off my belly.)

Another thing I am looking forward to? My chemically induced, super annoying, peri-menopause will be converted into a permanent, biological, post-menopausal state. SO YES!

Snugglebuddies: Squirrelmom, TripleC, and twice-repaired Monkey.

My stalwart friend Marci will be accompanying me to and from the procedure at Sloan-Kettering, and then I will only have to use 4 PTO days after the Presidents' Day holiday to get a whole week off ( or 9 days, if you count the weekends and outpatient operation day itself).

Now I only have to get through 8 more workdays before I have a vacation. (Yes, my life is THAT thrilling, such that recovering from a medical procedure counts as decadent idleness!) So I'd better get to sleep before I snarl and bite someone's head off in the morning conference call.

Note to self: This had better NOT be my Out Loud Voice!

US$70M? Really?

blackhat

(suggested alternate titles: Interns Gone Wild; Miami Vice Goes to Hong Kong)

Rotten Tomatoes, I will never, ever, doubt your 31% Tomatometer rating again.

For a film with a reported US$70M budget, evidently none of it was spent on any of the following:

• a focus puller - an endless succession of blurry shots? really? REALLY??
• a Steadicam operator - the first film since BLAIR WITCH PROJECT whose jerky handheld shots made me seriously wonder if I was going to toss my cookies before it ended
• any dolly tracks - see: perennially bumpy footage, above; painful bonus round: when the camera operator was obviously running with the actors
• an editor who was willing to smack Michael Mann upside da hayed - and tell him to trim numerous shots throughout the 2-hr, 13-min movie
• a screenwriter who didn't fail his Remedial Character Motivations 101 class - at one point Chris Hemsworth's character  uttered such a "me Tarzan, you Jane" line that I could hear the people in the row behind us snort audibly (more on those fellow filmgoers later, since they were HILARIOUS), whereas other characters have a single line of dialogue each to explain their actions.

I could go on, but I need to go to bed soon, except to say when I explained to my much younger friend who saw this disaster with me that: no, really, Michael Mann was a generally respected director, her reply was that CLEARLY he let the intern direct the movie.

Her excellent suggestion as to what ACTUALLY became of the $70M production budget also deserves to be repeated: "Hookers and blow, my friend. Hookers and blow." 

PACING

The movie opened promisingly with a gripping sequence set in a Hong Kong nuclear reactor. After that, it was all downhill.

Normally, I hate superfast cuts and edits which make it hard to see what's going on, but I literally spent much of the movie silently thinking "OK, lose 10 seconds here, and 15 secs there, and..." There was a lot of flabby footage in blackhat. And I mean A LOT.

For example, there were several scenes where the audience follows various Hong Kong SWAT team members and cops running across tarmac, docks, tunnels, helipads, etc. etc. Then there are the lovely night scenes of various boats zooming across Victoria Harbor (which made me wonder when Crockett and Tubbs were going to show up). We GET IT: they're on the move...unlike the story!  Which brings me to. . . 

PLOT

Do I know what it is? Do I even care??

There was one particular moment involving a NSA software program which caused my friend and I -- and the entire row behind us -- to burst out laughing. Trust me, that was NOT the reaction Mr. Mann was going for in that scene.
 

"Excuse me, but can I erase this film from my resume?"

OTHER MUSINGS

I had a lot of downtime in this movie to think about. . . 

Mandarin vs. Cantonese - The authorities in HK speak Mandarin (i.e., they are from Beijing). The local first responders all speak Cantonese (accurate). There are several extended scenes in Chinese (with well-translated subtitles), and numerous Chinese co-stars such as TANG Wei and Leehom WANG. With almost all of the events set in HK, Malaysia, and Indonesia, clearly this film is aiming for the Greater China market, as well as most of Asia. Maybe it will do better there. . .

Viola Davis is, as always, riveting. I also had time to notice various Criminal Minds guest stars and former CSI regulars (like I said, LOTS of downtime!) such as:

• Archie Kao
• Spencer Garrett
• William Mapother
• Holt McCallany - double dipping: he was also a recurring character on CSI: Miami

OKAY FEZZIK, I WILL SUM UP

It was a good thing I had specific expectations going into blackhat, or I would have been sorely disappointed:

• eye candy - Chris "Thor" Hemsworth is very pretty, and just can't help looking like a fabulously glamorous movie star -- a thought I kept having as his character traipsed without rousing any notice throughout southeast Asia...you know, where everyone is about a foot shorter than him, with black hair and brown eyes. *snort* I was contented with his screen time, and all of the highly attractive Asian actors sprinkled thoughout, but my friend complained about insufficient shirtlessness. Heh.
• armchair tourism - it was indeed like revisiting Hong Kong, without any of the attendant crowding, heat, or humidity - lots of scenes in the night markets, Kowloon, the harbor, the skyline, etc. etc. While the travel show sloooooowed down the movie, it allowed me to indulge in nostalgia, sans 13-hour plane flight. Bonus tours of Indonesia and Malaysia included at no extra cost. (Did I mention that I saw this flick for half price? Mercifully.)
• unexpected fringe benefit: SnarkAlec fodder - my friend and I (and the people in the row behind us) were already snarking in the mostly empty theater, and I heartily recommend gathering a group of friends -- whether tech savvy people, action movie fans, Miami Vice afficionados, or ex-Hong Kongers -- with copious amounts of booze, once this thing hits video.   

And finally, Deadline Hollywood has already come out with a post-mortem: Legendary’s Michael Mann Pic ‘Blackhat': What The Hell Happened? whose URL alone is worth a giggle -- http://deadline.com/2015/01/blackhat-michael-mann-chris-hemsworth-universal-legendary-box-office-bomb-1201353487/

Totally inconspicuous Viking, bundled up in the tropics

Resolutions, Resurrection & Recap

Yes, it is I, Sesame Squirrel and I am still alive, after a blogging hiatus of over a year. And it's been an eventful year.  So I'm tired (pretty much all the time) and going to cheat by using my holiday newsletter as my first post, but since one of my goals is to write more this year -- and not just in 140 character bursts -- I figured a start is better than waiting.  

So here goes, and sorry for the redux for those of you who've read my babblings already. I've added some more details though, since it doesn't have to fit on one side of a sheet of paper.

Recap

(because I think in bullet points)

• Jan - Life was good, and I went to Boston (Hi, Tam!) but I had ennui. Silly squirrel.
• Feb - Lifelong non-smoker Mom was admitted to Roosevelt Hospital & diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer: both lungs and part of her ribs ( Stage IV NSCLC )
• Mar - My cat Emily and I moved in with Mom full-time. Luckily, I already work from home 4 days/week, so I simply migrate my laptop back to the same desk I had when I was 10 years old.  Emmy becomes Squirrelmom's gateway cat.  Her serene nature -- and fondness for quality lap time -- endeared her to my formerly pet-free mother.
• Apr - Mom has an MRI which mercifully shows that the cancer has NOT metastastisized to her brain. HALLELUJAH!  Postpone long-planned trip to Holland to visit friend (Hi, Collinda!). Mom’s oncologist adjusts dosage of her chemo pill downward, reducing some side nasty effects. HALLELUJAH! However, the painkillers, chemo, and her general age [did I mention she's very hard of hearing?] make for total forgetfulness.  On the bright side, Squirrelmom has basically morphed into a very sweet (but alas, stubborn) 84 year old toddler. HALLELUJAH!  
• May - blur - monthly visit with Mom's onco - tired
• Jun - blur - monthly visit with Mom's onco - more tired
• July - blur - monthly visit with Mom's onco - even more tired; officially promoted for the first time at work, after 10 years there (yes, TEN years!)
• Aug - Emily diagnosed with lymphoma in her skull. We now each have our own oncologist: Mom, Emmy, and moi. BOO! HISS! 
• Sep - I reach critical mass (i.e., melt down); Sis kidnaps Mom for a few days while I say goodbye to Emily before she is put to sleep on Sept. 5^th. Sis re-kidnaps Mom for 2 weeks when I go on business trip to DC (Hi, Amy! Hi, Lori & Tom!) starting Sept. 27^th and then my trip to NL.
  
• Oct - Finally on delayed trip to Dutch countryside (Hi again, Collinda!) for a much needed weeklong rest cure. Amuse friends by endless city girl glee over cows, sheep, and horses scattered everywhere we drive. Be awed by the marzipan-squirrel, hazelnut mousse, caramel, and yellow cake Collinda and her sister make to welcome me to their beautiful homeland. Eat stroopwafels. Bring home CeCe the wonder kitten*, who was abandoned at eye-vet friends’ office. (Hi, Jane & Jim!) We estimate she is about 2 months old.
• Nov - Go on a long weekend to the CrimeBake (Hi Barbara!) crime fiction conference to see pals (Hi Craig & Judy!) Mom’s oncologist finally takes her off Percocet after 9 months (!!!) and she is So. Much. More. Lucid. BOY HOWDY! Get into a routine where I come home (to my own apt.) overnight on Saturday for mail, sleep, FreshDirect deliveries (that I take to Mom), and metaphorical Calgon time. Sis kidnaps Mom for almost a week at Thanksgiving. HALLELUJAH!  So. Tired.
• Dec - Meet with Sloan-Kettering docs to discuss my treatment options for years 6-10 post-breast cancer. Yup, more drugs & (laparoscopic) surgery lie in my future. Specifically, I'll be having an oophorectomy on Valentine's Day (oh the irony).

Things I Learned Last Year

(usually from Mom or one of my cats)

• Sleep when you can - Emily had the right idea.(Hi again, Craig and Judy!) If you had told me a year ago I’d be getting up before 6am and passing out by 9pm, I’d’ve told you to stop smoking crack, but an ailing parent and hyperactive kitten make for a whole new schedule. Now I know why parents of young children laugh when you ask what they've read lately. Heck, I don't even watch much TV anymore. Yes! ME!
• Prioritize - If it hasn’t fallen in the litter box, or there’s no sound of shattering glass, it can wait till morning. Corollary: can it wait till next Sat/forever?
• Everyone’s happier when they have a purpose - Well, at least in our family: I take care of Mom, and lose my asinine midlife crisis whininess. Mom checks on CeCe and starts talking about the future again (*see why I call her The Wonder Kitten?) Bonus: Mom has legit JOB now: play with CeCe so I can work and stay employed!
• Having an elderly parent who’s hard of hearing is not ALL bad - I don’t have to worry about waking up Mom with my endless shrieks while CeCe uses me as a human trampoline, while she learns to coordinate her ever growing limbs. (Also, Mom is smart: she has pretty much figured out what the English word “OW!” means, and nowadays, she has grown so blase about my sporadic yelps during the daytime that she merely asks,"Cat again?")
• Samsonite, taxis, Bactine and Neosporin are your friends - Plus, I am allergic to Johnson and Johnson brand band-aids!